[ Hermes ] Madison Rose
Aug 20, 2015 5:22:32 GMT
Post by Madison on Aug 20, 2015 5:22:32 GMT
Greek God: Hermes
Messenger of the gods
God of thieves, travelers, trade, transitions, boundaries
Innate Ability:
Flight
Name:
Madison Rose
Age / Birthdate:
18 / December 20
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Height/Weight:
5'6" / 127lb
Appearance:
A lithe young man with a quiet gaze and gentle smile. His expressions are subtle and, while he smiles easily, he rarely laughs.
Madison has a fairly light, slender frame, better suited for speed than strength. His clothes are generally solid-colored shirts and dark pants, and one of two dark jackets. He doesn't wear many accessories aside from the occasional scarf, and a gold bracelet he is never seen without.
While naturally black, his hair has been dyed repeatedly in the past. He stopped coloring it some time ago and the dye has since faded away, leaving behind increasingly dark shades of brown as his natural color grows back. He figures it will be there for a long time, as he's trying to grow his hair long enough to tie back.
He keeps his eyes downcast, partially hidden by his bangs so people don't notice their golden color.
Personality:
Demure • Restless • Amiable • Lonely
Driven largely by an ever-present feeling of "this isn't where I belong", Madison developed a strong wanderlust. While he does his best to bury it, he often finds himself staring outside, wanting to walk into the distance. Even if he appears calm, he never really settles down.
Though some have tried to befriend him, Madison feels there's a wall between himself and others, and he has trouble connecting with them. Still, in his efforts to feel like a part of something (or at the very least to get along with those he feels so distant from), he learned how to read people and feign sociability.
He's honed a public face that comes across as gentle and pleasant, if reserved. Generally, he gets along well with others, but he doesn't really consider anyone a friend, even if they would consider him one.
He spends much of his time alone, and much of his alone time is spent jogging.
College Major:
Economics
Likes:
Running when the sun isn't out • comfortable silence • music
Dislikes:
Warm weather • loneliness • feeling obligated to speak
Personal History:
Madison was found sleeping on the side of a quiet back road in the middle of the night, when a passer-by's dog took interest in the blanket he was wrapped in. The dog's owner brought him to a police station, and from there he was sent to an orphanage.
For as long as he can remember, Madison has felt something telling him "This is not your place." Due to this, he never felt comfortable in any of the foster homes he was sent to. Or was it getting shuffled around that caused the feeling in the first place? Not that it mattered, because the end result was the same: he didn't belong where he was, and he couldn't connect with the people around him.
Still, he wanted some connection, and he tried to bury that sense of not belonging with kind words and a pleasant smile. He pretended to be friendly, to enjoy the company of his more outgoing peers, and he watched how others interacted. He learned how to listen, to know what people wanted to hear when they asked him questions. In that way, he created a public face that could get along with others, or at the very least that wouldn't cause trouble. He was often described as "quiet but friendly", which suited him just fine.
Even when, at the age of eleven, a kind older couple adopted him, he couldn't shake that feeling. He played the role of a good child, studying well, staying out of trouble. He did everything he could to make them happy. However, over time, "this is not your place" grew stronger and "I want to disappear" joined its ever-present echo. But that was something he couldn't say, lest his parents misunderstand him.
To shake that feeling, he started talking walks in the evenings. Gradually, they stretched late into the nights, and his parents became worried. He was still a child, after all. Who knew what could happen. They set a curfew, and Madison tried to obey it, but on occasion he would still arrive late. Then one night, when he was thirteen, Madison didn't come home. His parents panicked and called the police just as Madison walked in the door.
They asked where he went, what happened, why he was so late, and his answer was simply that he'd gotten lost. In truth, he had a very good sense of direction. He simply hadn't wanted to go home. Or rather, he couldn't bring himself to return any sooner. It would have been so easy to just keep walking...
His parents forbade him from taking any more late-night walks, and he accepted. It was probably for the best; if he left again, he doubted he'd ever return.
To burn off his excess of restless energy, his parents suggested trying a sport. He joined the track team in high school, and it seemed to work out well enough. He was able to run and the movement seemed to quiet his urge to disappear. It never fully left him, of course, but he could bury it again and pretend he was just fine.
It didn't hurt that he was actually an excellent runner; it felt natural to him, like breathing. At times, he wondered if maybe his "place" was with the wind.
Ultimately, it was track that got him into Mythos University. He'd actually considered quitting sports once he left high school; he didn't care about competition and he could always jog on his own if that feeling of "this isn't your place" kept chasing him. Besides, he didn't know what he wanted to study.
But his parents were so happy, and it would be such a waste if he turned the scholarship down.
He decided to go, but he still isn't sure of his major; he chose it on the spot.
Other:
Sometimes, when he can't sleep, he's been known to write a little poetry. His notebook and pen can be found under his pillow. Please don't read it.
He's very prone to staring off into space, especially if he's by a window.
Messenger of the gods
God of thieves, travelers, trade, transitions, boundaries
Innate Ability:
Flight
Name:
Madison Rose
Age / Birthdate:
18 / December 20
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Height/Weight:
5'6" / 127lb
Appearance:
A lithe young man with a quiet gaze and gentle smile. His expressions are subtle and, while he smiles easily, he rarely laughs.
Madison has a fairly light, slender frame, better suited for speed than strength. His clothes are generally solid-colored shirts and dark pants, and one of two dark jackets. He doesn't wear many accessories aside from the occasional scarf, and a gold bracelet he is never seen without.
While naturally black, his hair has been dyed repeatedly in the past. He stopped coloring it some time ago and the dye has since faded away, leaving behind increasingly dark shades of brown as his natural color grows back. He figures it will be there for a long time, as he's trying to grow his hair long enough to tie back.
He keeps his eyes downcast, partially hidden by his bangs so people don't notice their golden color.
Personality:
Demure • Restless • Amiable • Lonely
Driven largely by an ever-present feeling of "this isn't where I belong", Madison developed a strong wanderlust. While he does his best to bury it, he often finds himself staring outside, wanting to walk into the distance. Even if he appears calm, he never really settles down.
Though some have tried to befriend him, Madison feels there's a wall between himself and others, and he has trouble connecting with them. Still, in his efforts to feel like a part of something (or at the very least to get along with those he feels so distant from), he learned how to read people and feign sociability.
He's honed a public face that comes across as gentle and pleasant, if reserved. Generally, he gets along well with others, but he doesn't really consider anyone a friend, even if they would consider him one.
He spends much of his time alone, and much of his alone time is spent jogging.
College Major:
Economics
Likes:
Running when the sun isn't out • comfortable silence • music
Dislikes:
Warm weather • loneliness • feeling obligated to speak
Personal History:
Madison was found sleeping on the side of a quiet back road in the middle of the night, when a passer-by's dog took interest in the blanket he was wrapped in. The dog's owner brought him to a police station, and from there he was sent to an orphanage.
For as long as he can remember, Madison has felt something telling him "This is not your place." Due to this, he never felt comfortable in any of the foster homes he was sent to. Or was it getting shuffled around that caused the feeling in the first place? Not that it mattered, because the end result was the same: he didn't belong where he was, and he couldn't connect with the people around him.
Still, he wanted some connection, and he tried to bury that sense of not belonging with kind words and a pleasant smile. He pretended to be friendly, to enjoy the company of his more outgoing peers, and he watched how others interacted. He learned how to listen, to know what people wanted to hear when they asked him questions. In that way, he created a public face that could get along with others, or at the very least that wouldn't cause trouble. He was often described as "quiet but friendly", which suited him just fine.
Even when, at the age of eleven, a kind older couple adopted him, he couldn't shake that feeling. He played the role of a good child, studying well, staying out of trouble. He did everything he could to make them happy. However, over time, "this is not your place" grew stronger and "I want to disappear" joined its ever-present echo. But that was something he couldn't say, lest his parents misunderstand him.
To shake that feeling, he started talking walks in the evenings. Gradually, they stretched late into the nights, and his parents became worried. He was still a child, after all. Who knew what could happen. They set a curfew, and Madison tried to obey it, but on occasion he would still arrive late. Then one night, when he was thirteen, Madison didn't come home. His parents panicked and called the police just as Madison walked in the door.
They asked where he went, what happened, why he was so late, and his answer was simply that he'd gotten lost. In truth, he had a very good sense of direction. He simply hadn't wanted to go home. Or rather, he couldn't bring himself to return any sooner. It would have been so easy to just keep walking...
His parents forbade him from taking any more late-night walks, and he accepted. It was probably for the best; if he left again, he doubted he'd ever return.
To burn off his excess of restless energy, his parents suggested trying a sport. He joined the track team in high school, and it seemed to work out well enough. He was able to run and the movement seemed to quiet his urge to disappear. It never fully left him, of course, but he could bury it again and pretend he was just fine.
It didn't hurt that he was actually an excellent runner; it felt natural to him, like breathing. At times, he wondered if maybe his "place" was with the wind.
Ultimately, it was track that got him into Mythos University. He'd actually considered quitting sports once he left high school; he didn't care about competition and he could always jog on his own if that feeling of "this isn't your place" kept chasing him. Besides, he didn't know what he wanted to study.
But his parents were so happy, and it would be such a waste if he turned the scholarship down.
He decided to go, but he still isn't sure of his major; he chose it on the spot.
Other:
Sometimes, when he can't sleep, he's been known to write a little poetry. His notebook and pen can be found under his pillow.
He's very prone to staring off into space, especially if he's by a window.